When I was 14, I was asked what I would want as my epitaph. The best I could come up with, after a few minutes of serious thought, was "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Twenty years later, that's still the best I can explain about why I do anything.

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Ok, I feel slightly better. I sniffled and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes, then figured out a plan.

I'm gonna go buy a come along - a bigass handheld winch, I dunno if everybody calls them that or if it's a southern thing? There's a very solid very large fence post about 10' from my truck and I think if I dump a couple bags of pea gravel for traction then winch my truck out of the tiny hole it's in I can drive out.